Primrose: *Coming back to the fire after an unsucessful hunt, finding her father and Stacey sitting down with hot chocolate and listening to stories*
Sam: *Looks at her sleepily* Prim, where have you...nevermind.
Stacey: *Glancing up at the stars* Oh, well. The party was probably too wild for me, anyway.
Sam: *Yawning* Me, too. I'm getting too old. This is rather nice, though.
Primrose: *settling down next to her father and leaning her head on his shoulder* Yeah...
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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